Gagged


       
        Author: Sandra Lee
        E-mail Address: ssfdu@hotmail.com
        Rating: NC-17
        Pairing: (Voy m/m) C/P
        Category: PWP
        Series/Sequel: Sequel to ‘Bound’ but can be read as a standalone

        Warnings: Do you want a Plot? You’re in the wrong place. Are you under the legal age limit where you live? You’re in the wrong place. Do you believe that these gorgeous men shouldn’t be doing anything like this? You’re in the wrong place. If you answered “Yes” to any of the above questions…You’re in the wrong place -  so please transport yourself away from this location…NOW! (Don’t say I didn’t warn you <grin>)

        Disclaimer: Oh Holy Paramount…Ruler of Trek, ignore this humble attempt at fan fiction. Forgive me my imagination, and please do not attempt to sue…the only thing I have of value is my Teddy Bear and I *need* him more than you.

        Notes: This is for Karen D (who I might add has been nagging me for months for this) Hey! look it’s *finally* finished <g> And to those who sent me feedback for ‘Bound’ Thank you for your encouragement and virtual <hugs> and chocolate to you ; )
         


        The sheer brilliance of the light finally penetrated his sleep.

        He slowly opened one eye, then the other, blinking at the nearly all-encompassing whiteness.

        Not knowing where he was, but for some reason feeling instinctively safe.

        He groaned, and raised one arm, trying to shelter his eyes as they became accustomed to the light, but his movements were stilled by a firm grip.

        A shadow fell across his features…

        He tilted his head back, and encountered the searing blue gaze of his lover.

        His mouth opened, drawing in a deep breath to speak, but was swiftly hushed by the pressure of two fingers gently applied against his lips.

        He parted those lips and with only the slightest hesitation, flicked the digits with his tongue and drew them into the warm cavern of his mouth, sucking on them tenderly.

        The man above him shivered in delight, his breathing now laboured. He withdrew his touch with a slight brush against the fullness of his lover’s bottom lip and more than a hint of reluctance.

        Chakotay moaned, protesting the loss of not only the touch of those fingers, but the warmth that radiated from his skin. He sat up…reaching for his lover, but was denied.

        He watched as Tom moved away slowly, with a cat-like grace, evading the arms that were trying to draw him closer, his only contact with the other man, a restraining hand pressing against his chest, urging him backwards until he was sprawled upon the silken sheets.

        Chakotay once more attempted to speak, and again was halted, this time by a hushed, almost commanding “Shhh!…no sound!” from his lover.

        He began to tremble slightly as he silently nodded his agreement.

        He lay still, as his lover reached under one of the pillows and extracted a length of blue silk. Both men paused for a moment as they remembered the last time it was used. “Would using this make it easier for you?” he queried softly. Chakotay shrugged, then shook his head. He was rewarded for that small gesture with a breath-taking smile.

        “But I will use it if necessary!” Tom added still smiling.

        Chakotay smiled back, his eyes showing all the things he couldn’t say…

        Love…trust…desire…understanding.

        He relaxed into the softness of the mattress, arms and legs stretched out in loving invitation. His lover’s eyes seemed to darkened even further, while his tongue darted out and wetted suddenly dry lips.

        It took all of Chakotay’s willpower not to groan at that unconscious gesture, but he was determined to keep his promise.

        His lover gently fingered the silk he still held in one hand…

        A stroke of the material…

        A stroke of the heated skin of Chakotay’s thigh…

        Another stroke of the material…

        It appeared he was comparing it to the texture of his bronzed skin.

        A comment was made, so quiet that Chakotay had to strain to hear it.

        “Not even close!”
         
        His lover leaned over and brushed the end of the material across the arch of his foot, swirling it across the tips of his toes before trailing it up the inside of his leg. Avoiding the one place that begged most for his touch, he teased the planes of Chakotay’s chest and stomach with the barest of contact.

        He removed the silk and stood back to admire its affect.

        Chakotay could almost picture how he must appear…

        The muscles in his arms taut with strain…his fingers gripping the sheet tightly. A fine sheen of sweat now seemed to coat his body, glistening in the richness of the light. His knees were bent slightly, feet flat against the mattress for leverage…as he arched wantonly upwards, his entire body anxious for a continuation of the silky touch.

        Tom climbed up onto the bed and knelt between his wide-spread thighs, wrapping the silk around both hands he began a slow relentless gliding motion along both legs, from ankle to hip, varying the pressure before he could become accustomed to it. His lover leaned down over him and blew softly on the sensitive skin of his stomach, watching it contract and smiled slightly as his body was racked by violent shudders. He then progressed onto nuzzling, nipping and sucking the skin, leaving small marks up and down Chakotay’s chest…

        As if branding his mate.

        Tom glanced up and noticed that in his determination to keep quiet he had bitten his bottom lip until it was bleeding slightly. He slid up until they were lying face to face, skin to skin, and kissed him in an attempt to soothe the pain away. The slight coppery taste of his blood appeared to have a startlingly erotic…primal effect on his lover, surprising them both with a low growl and a declaration of possession as their lips mated.

        “You are mine!”

        Chakotay whimpered in response, unable to contain the sound any longer. Then his entire body shuddered from a mixture of anticipation and the merest hint of uncertainty at the triumphant gleam sparkling in his lover’s sapphire eyes.

        Tom sat up, straddling his thighs and brought the piece of silk into Chakotay’s line of vision. Another shudder ripped through him. His lover leant forward, angling his lips across Chakotay’s and demanded entry to the moist interior of his mouth, possessing it as surely as he would soon possess his body.

        His lover then drew back, the fire of his gaze mesmerizing, as he used one hand to cup the back of his head, lifting it slightly to wrap the length of material across the lower half of his face, carefully leaving him able to breathe freely.

        He nodded, satisfied that Chakotay was comfortable, before continuing his skillful assault on his willing flesh.

        Tom placed a trail of light, barely felt kisses and nips against his now closed eyelids, then his forehead…tracing the lines of the tattoo in loving detail, down across his cheek, and following the line of his jaw. His lover then kissed him through the silk…hard and demanding. Leaving his face for the time being, he kissed his way down Chakotay’s chest, detouring briefly to bite and then soothingly lave the flesh from neck to hip, obviously savouring the slight salty flavour of his skin.

        Chakotay was almost mindless by this time, hanging onto his control by the merest thread…a thread that his lover now appeared determined to break.

        Tom swooped down and licked him from rib to thigh, no longer avoiding any part of his straining body. He rubbed his cheek against his stomach…

        Then further down…

        Provoking a helpless shiver.

        And even further down until…

        Chakotay’s body bucked uncontrollably as his lover’s sinfully beautiful mouth engulfed him…eliciting a strangled moan that could not be contained by the silk.

        //Oh! *Spirits*!// His mind called out

        Heat…

        Incredible slick heat…

        Consuming him.

        Tom looked up at him and smiled, flames of burning blue fire in his eyes.

        Love…adoration…desire.

        Then continued his loving ministrations.

        Small licks against the sensitive skin…

        A muffled groan.

        A sweep of a skilful tongue…

        An indistinct plea.

        His lover reached up and slowly drew the silk from his across lips.

        A careful scrape of his teeth…

        A startled wail.

        Pleasure flooded his veins.

        His breath laboured...

        Dizziness…

        Hovering just on the edge of darkness.

        Sated…for the moment.

        Arms wrapped around him…

        Turned…settled until he was cradled against his lover’s chest.

        A deep kiss…

        Murmured endearment’s.

        A hand placed above his lover’s heart…

        A needy whimper.

        An un-hurried journey down his lover’s body…

        A single touch.

        A blissful cry…

        Wet heat across his palm.

        Another kiss.

        Softly spoken vows…

        Shared smiles.

        Love…
         

        ~Finis~
         
         


         
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